elise.writer

I suppose I live with my family
My mother and my father
And there are wonderful
But family is not just your
Ancestors and descendants
Family is those you love
And would do anything for
And experience joy

Autumn
I sidled onto the bland schoolbus where few spoke and few filled the gum-riddled seats
Which offered plenty of time to ponder my sorrows and be swept away in the gales of what seemed would never be tomorrow

every venomous lie you utter in a
sleek roll of hisses in your
only tongue of cruelty
so raw and putrid locking
my rage with a rusty key around
my truths whose tingles
become screams of freedom
muffled under my wrinkled lids

O, Time!

The teenager that everyone wants to be is not trendy.
They don't try to be cool, they don't try to fit in.